Fatal Attraction (Paramount+) Trailer HD - Joshua Jackson, Lizzy Caplan series

Dan remains a lawyer, but now he’s a prosecutor in the Los Angeles D.A.’s office. He’s played by Joshua Jackson. Alex, played by Lizzy Caplan, is in the Victim Services department, and when they happen upon each other during a court case, we’re to believe that sparks fly. Maybe a bigger issue than the attempt to convince us that anything in Dan’s life is worth paying attention to beyond his infidelity is the utter lack of chemistry between Jackson and Caplan. They both seem to be in respective trances, occasionally knocking against each other while shuffling along. I never once could see these characters actually existing—everyone here is just doing the Fatal Attraction thing of, “I’m not going to be ignored, Dan!” and all. (Amanda Peet as Dan’s wife Beth is similarly pedestrian but at least the performance is naturalistic.) Jackson recently told Variety, “You have to believe that these people want to fuck each other.” Well, I didn’t. The sex scenes are rushed, often clothed or under blankets, and unconvincing. A 10-second blow job on a roof. Cowgirl position through a window. A few kisses, some whispered words, and then he’s putting it in. This Fatal Attraction is missing something so fundamental that it’s in its own title: attraction.

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The narrative comes in fractured form: In an apparent attempt to dress up a story that’s literally dead on arrival, we get a bombardment of timelines. The show opens at Dan’s parole hearing after being convicted of second degree murder. He later swears to his daughter Ellen (Alyssa Jirrels) that he didn’t kill Alex, that he just had to say so in order to be released. The slow journey to exonerating him comes with many flashbacks to his affair with Alex, whom you can tell is a loose cannon early on when, during an encounter with Dan in an elevator (no sex is had in this one, unlike in the original), she expresses interest in puling the emergency stop, explaining, “Every time I see a ladder up against something, I feel the need to climb it.” Wild! Dan, meanwhile, is about to turn 40, loses a judicial nomination he was up for, and quotes Taylor Swift (“You play stupid games, you win stupid prizes”), so he’s primed for a midlife crisis that Alex is only happy to turn into a catastrophe.

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In the original movie, Alex is, in a way, something that just happens to Dan. I mean, he’s clearly an asshole, but perhaps the movie isn’t explicit about it. The series seems to aim to balance out the blame here, a point underlined in the aforementioned Variety interview with Jackson, in which he says Lyne’s 1987 original “is incredible, but the gender dynamics are impossible to wrap your head around.” The piece goes on: “This time, Dan isn’t exactly a victim. In fact, he’s kind of a shithead, in Jackson’s opinion: ‘The second his principles bump up against his convenience, he chooses his convenience.’” All the changes do is render subtext into text for the comprehension-challenged.

And they do so in a needlessly convoluted manner. The constant hopping around to flashback within flashback only gives the impression of tight pacing. The actual effect can be confusing, if you’re invested enough to be confused. The main visual contrasts between the past and present are the puffiness of Jackson’s hair (his contemporary look is a kind of billowing Bernie Madoff thing without the receding hairline, while the previous one is more slicked back) and his use of a Palm Pilot. In Episode 3, we switch to Alex’s perspective, a tantalizing prospect retracing some steps in the first two episodes that disappoints in that it has no real interest in getting under her skin, just in showing more of her external crazy. Rashomon this ain’t.

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You can feel the immense effort to make this a thing. Dan tells the court about “irresistible impulses” as we see his own taking over, and the lectures on Carl Jung that Ellen transcribes seem to be there to comment on the psychology at hand. It’s all a needless gesture at depth. If there’s any doubt about us not knowing what we’ve got ’til it’s gone, the new Fatal Attraction makes it clear. It’s already doing so much, but it’s going to take much more to resurrect the erotic thriller.